Page 5 of The Doll Factory (Horror Hotel)

MILES

T hey aren’t playing with her the way she should be. She’s a highly valuable collectible. They’re treating her like a broken can to be kicked down an alley for a quick chuckle.

When Mother would pull out a new doll, it was with reverence. Almost ritualistic. Once the plastic was off, each tie was meticulously unwoven, every errant crease straightened until it was worthy of being placed on the mantle.

How many years did I sit in front of the rows of unblinking eyes and fist myself to their timeless perfection? The everlasting glow of their cheeks, the upturned noses and wide mouths almost begging for a drop of my lustful needs.

Until Mother caught me with my erection in one hand, and the silky lace of her favorite porcelain child in the other.

But she didn’t know how much I loved them. They didn’t scream at me.

It wasn’t until her stroke, when she was trapped in the cataclysm of her catatonic state, that I learned how enticing it is to have a living, breathing, frozen doll.

I could do what I wanted to her, free from the judgement or the beatings.

She served me until I broke her with my manhandling. I was too rough with my ministrations on her souring skin. I didn’t know then how to properly maintain Mother in her vegetative state.

Knowing I broke her with no way to fix her was devastating.

That’s how this feels.

They’re tarnishing my creation with their catcalls and lewd stroking. If she’s shattered like the delicate ceramic, I’ll hook them all to my draining tank to supply my blood storage needs.

Cretins.

“Enough!” I bellow. My voice carries over the fondling fools.

With vapid gazes, their hollow eyes upturn, fury mottling their bloated features from being pulled from their prize.

“She is not designed to be yanked on like dogs fighting over a stick.” I slap the hand of a graying suit from her supple thigh. “Her gift is complacency. Not persevering through the heavy groping of apes.”

“She’ll be ours to do with what we want, doc. You can’t make the rules after she’s sold.” A furry faced fuck sneers at me from behind her, his half hard cock in his palm.

My thumb finds the remote in my pocket. Caressing it seems to lower my blood pressure dealing with these double digit IQ imbeciles.

I could end this game with a simple squeeze of the fob.

“You’re wrong, Jerry.” I spit his name. “I made her. I’m her god. So it is my choice if I want to let her frolic or strike her down at any moment.”

With a single step, I’m in his space, clutching his sweaty balls in a vice grip. “And you’re on trial. Be nice, or don’t play.”

He chokes with a nod, crumpling to the sticky carpet when he falls.

“Now, let me show you what she can do.” Finding my doll’s red lips, I run my thumb over her chin. “Open.”

Without hesitation, her dainty jaw drops with the pink tip of her tongue guarding her lower teeth. I shove my finger as deep as I can, yet she doesn’t twitch.

“See? Complete obedience. But she isn’t designed for reciprocation. She is the ideal.” When I withdraw my hand, she takes a calm breath.

Fuck, she makes me hard with her acquiescence.

“Spin the table,” I bark.

Her shaved pussy rotates in front of me in a glorious presentation. “This, gentlemen, is how she’s to be used.” I pat her thigh, making them spread almost as an automation.

“If I find any tears in her skin from your little ‘trial’, I’ll have you banned from any future auctions.

” I gesture to the pocket beneath the dais.

“There’s lube. Use it liberally. Her rectum is permanently clean.

Just don’t pull this.” I run my palm down her pale abdomen to the patch covering her ostomy.

“Can I fuck her mouth?” The morbidly obese owner of a chain of gas stations drops the tent of his trousers. Sweat drips from his forehead to the stained plateau of his stomach.

“If you can find your flaccid dick beneath your rolls.” I don’t hide the sneer that pulls up the scar on my cheek. “Don’t suffocate her.”

His affect doesn’t change as he reaches beneath his hefty gut to feed his hidden genitals into her mouth.

“For those of you with minuscule cocks, the tendons in her arms have been snugged to give her a deathly tight fist. Use this feature with caution if you enjoy your testicles being squeezed.” My finger runs down the faint lines of her incisions. “She’s made to please.”

“What about her feet?” Frederick’s long hair is pulled back into a slicked ponytail. His nail skims the shiny black leather of the strap of her shoe, making his breathing shallow and fast. The bulge beneath his loose slacks juts against the fabric when his touch heaves along the sole of her foot.

“No added features. Enjoy yourself.” I try not to cringe, watching him tug her bare foot free from its confines, then tuck his lanky cock between her toes.

Within moments, every orifice and every limb are being thrust into, and she takes it all without a sound.

Her full breasts bounce in opposite directions as two fat fucks rail her from either end. The round globes are yin and yang in orbit, rolling over the snug corset of her dress while her fists squeeze with enough force to make one of the short men scream.

“She’s ripping my dick off!” He yanks backwards, jerking her askew. His high-pitched scream cuts through the sounds of the auction.

Thrashing his body, he strikes at her stiff arm to try and break her hold.

He’s going to ruin her.

Rage threatens to consume me, but I force my breathing to level.

“Let go,” I say calmly, but loud enough for her to hear me.

Her body falls limp, releasing her fingers.

Exemplary.

The shrieking stops, but shifts to a sobbing choke when he falls back into his chair. “I should sue you,” he gasps between heaves.

“Can’t. You signed the contract, you knew the risks. I hope she crushed it off. You nearly damaged her.” When I inspect her arm, the blue tinge of a bruise is already forming beneath the skin.

Unacceptable.

With a snap of my fingers, two of the guards push through the gyrating crowd to gather the broken prick.

He’s likely useless anyway.

“Take him to the doghouse.” I gesture with my chin toward the far door. They’ll know what to do.

His scrawny body will be utilized.

“Where are you taking me? No! Leave me alone!” His cries are cut short by a thick palm being clamped over his mouth.

His pants drag from his ankles, baring his purple ruptured cock to the other attendees.

Not like they give a shit. They’re all too busy fucking the dolls or each other under the fervor of the auctions.

“Now, gentlemen.” I turn back to the remaining men, half with their hard dicks still in their hands. “Does anyone want to experience the best feature?”

While they debate amongst themselves, I pivot the table so her pink pussy sits on display. “On your side.” My command is followed by a light tap on her hip.

Without hesitation, she shifts.

“Actually, I need two volunteers.” I glance through their wary faces until I spy Frederick. The flare of his nostrils when he leisurely fondles himself while staring at her feet tells me he could be coerced.

“Come on, Freddy. I imagine you’ll like this.” I know he’s long enough like me to get the full experience. I can see the engorged head poking between his fingers.

His bearded mouth twists, looking up and down the line of men, but to his credit, he steps closer.

“Do you want her ass or cunt?” I leave my affect neutral, letting him decide.

Threading a stray strand of dark hair behind his ear, then moves behind her. “Ass.” He adds a squeeze of the oil to the tip of his glans, lifts her thigh, and shoves himself deep inside of her. With a shiver, he groans. “Fuck, that feels good.”

My crotch fills, watching her take him so demurely. Lowering my zipper, I move into position and shove inside of her, filling her with both of our rigid members.

Her mouth makes a perfect “O”, but she doesn’t make a sound.

“The best part,” I pant, already close to losing control over how compliant she is. My voice falls into hushed tones. “She’s been programmed to come on command. Or with nipple stimulation.” I jut my chin at her rose-colored areolae. “Try it.”

The pressure of expectation builds on my testes as his arm reaches out.

When he twists her tight peak, a spasm rockets through her, cinching her muscles around us both.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. His hands lock over her leg, jerking his pelvis and pistoning his cock along mine through her thin membrane.

Shit, it’s almost too much.

Her rapid breathing is the only noise she makes, but the squeezing of her tight pussy and the friction of his stiff climax are overwhelming.

So I say the only thing I can, knowing I’ll be cinching her sale.

“Come for me, tighter.”

Her body arches off the dais in rigid repose.

“Argh! She’s like a bear trap!” Frederick’s rapid shudders force him to pull out.

Making me catch the full brunt of her violent orgasm.

She bleeds the cum out of me with her rigorous pulsations, milking me with mammoth constrictions. Almost to where I worry I’ve made her too tight. The electrodes I implanted into her Kegels must be misfiring.

She’s coming so hard a droplet of blood falls from her left nostril.

Damn it.

Her doe eyes blink rapidly, then focus on me.

And then I hear it.

A soft moan before she collapses onto the table.

“Holy hell, doc. She’s your finest work.” Frederick wipes the sweat from behind his foggy glasses and pulls up his pants with his fist. “I want her. I don’t fucking care what the price is.”